Really, it’s all Agent Kaiser’s fault for showing him the streams. McCree doesn’t even know what StarCraft is, let alone how it’s played. No, what’s intriguing is watching the girl, barely younger than him, play as though her life depends on it.
Well, that’s something he can relate to. Maybe that’s what prompted him to blow his savings to buy the ticket to the World Championships, but he honestly hadn’t expected to walk into the tiny cafe in Seoul, three days before the event and holy shit is that Hana Song.
All his Southern charm and politeness flies out the window as he not so subtly chooses the table beside her. What do you say when faced with your idol? Last time this’d happened, he’d been bashed in the head with the man’s pulse rifle.
The very scary Blackwatch agent sucks in a breath and turns to her, extending a hand.
“Howdy,” oh yeah, that’s a voice crack. “I’m Jesse.”